Old-time musicians

"Carolon, I would like to congratulate you in a small way on a personal note. Dean Gould was unable to attend the Salon due to preparations for a New Year's piano recital tour," Huxley said.

Fan Ning held a cup to express his thanks and met several professors one by one. The first two were Vice President Huxley and Vice President Schutz, while the third one was a bit unfamiliar.

"Mr. Graham, one of our members, dean of the Polytechnic Institute and professor of the Department of Chemistry." The vice president introduced, "His landmark achievements include the perfection of the valence bond theory of organic chemistry, the proposal of the enantiomerism theory and the first The discovery of a free radical... In recent years, he has been involved in emerging fields with more practicality. He provides technical consulting to many companies in the imperial capital of Santaram. Speaking of which, I am very envious of his income..."

"Mr. Composer may not be familiar with these terms, but I believe that science and art have something in common, and I look forward to communicating with you in the future." This knowledgeable professor showed an approachable temperament.

……interesting. Fan Ning smiled and clinked glasses with him: "I hope to visit your laboratory if I have the opportunity."

Sorry, the silica gel columns that have been tested in the laboratory have exceeded four digits, and the smell of various organic solvents can be detected at a glance.

The fourth person to clink glasses was Dean Fabian of the School of Literature and History.

Fan Ning kept smiling: "Thanks for sharing the important information about the 'Happy Listening Session'."

The jumping topic made the corners of Fabian's eyes twitch imperceptibly, which was keenly caught by Fan Ning's spiritual sense.

"You're welcome, this is a collective decision made by Mr. Huxley on our behalf." Fabian's voice was dull.

"Based on a common position, I also share a clue with you." Fan Ning kept smiling.

The four knowledgeable people from the University of St. Lenia looked at Fanning.

"Check out Red Onyx Culture Media in East Mecklén."

"I believe the accuracy of your clues." Vice President Huxley responded, "We will verify the company's situation and communicate with you when necessary."

Next week is a busy exam week for the students, and then the school will be on vacation. After school resumes, Fan Ning will do some research on the part-time jobs of his classmates, but he will not take excessive positive risks.

Since it is a matter of the Bologna School, and the school is taking care of it, it is more cost-effective to share clues of this level first.

One party wants to investigate the cause of teacher Anton's death, and the other wants to find the whereabouts of the documents and the stability of the campus. The relationship of interest is temporarily reliable.

As for Fabian, the variable that he doubted...

Since he was able to join the trio investigating him, even if he communicated with Huxley alone, the information would flow among them very quickly.

Let’s try first to see if we can make them aware of anything within themselves.

…

The salon ended past 11 o'clock.

In the clear dream that night, Fan Ning followed the guidance of the secret revelation, recited the prayer about "Endless Fugue", and fell into the empty brown wooden altar of the church.

He glanced at the light-filled skylight of the dome and the huge pipe organ high up behind him that coexisted with the church, then jumped off the podium and passed through the rows of long mahogany chairs.

In front of the marble door, the first inner ring of the spiral groove is now filled with golden light due to the music played in the salon.

Fan Ning tried to reach out and touch the pale golden "four-fold line" symbol at the core of the spiral.

The cold and delicate touch disappeared in an instant, and the door rippled like water.

The first time I touched it before I was promoted, I had a similar reaction. The second time I touched it when I came here, there was no reaction. The third time I touched it today, I had a similar reaction.

"Sure enough, as I suspected, only when a new inner ring is broken through can this marble door be opened again."

Fan Ning had already seen that the golden stream of light, which symbolized the progress of the reproduction, had obviously slightly penetrated into the scope of the second inner ring.

His spirit body's "eyes flashed", he took a step forward, and his entire figure disappeared through the door.

It's not night, but day. The golden mist lingers on the mountain path, the breeze rustles among the branches, and the vast blue waves of the wilderness can be seen on the side with a wide view.

What's going on...

He turned around and looked back, seeing that the wavy marble door was still standing. He felt a little more at ease, but also became more confused.

When he was promoted last time, the Marble Gate was clearly at the foot of a huge and strange mountain tributary in the night.

Are the shifting circumstances changing moment by moment, or... will this church move?

Around the mountains...mountain trails? Have we reached the mountainous area surrounding Migong?

The reappearance progress was further advanced successfully. Fan Ning really wanted to try to advance to the middle level, so he decided to try to control the spirit body and explore further.

The breeze blows waves of green across the wilderness, and you can experience some of the pleasure of being in nature in the early morning.

He tried to take a few steps forward, but somehow, as if he pressed the wrong flash skill, he reached the edge of the mountain road in an instant, like a car halfway off a cliff.

He was so frightened that he staggered, and his body did some backflips involuntarily, and finally fell on his back in a strange posture.

This feeling of losing control is like maxing out the mouse sensitivity when playing a first-person shooter game in the previous life.

After falling, Fan Ning saw celestial bodies of different sizes hanging in the sky. They were dark in color and had bright golden edges. They were rotating enthusiastically in his field of vision. The chaotic speed was like a roller coaster that was fast and slow, which made Fan Ning feel a little dazed. There seemed to be some messy fragments of a symphony in progress.

Along with it came the light pouring down from the heights.

The giant motive of the trombone, the devil motive of the string, and the chant motive of the French horn turned into fragments of some intervals, which seemed to be combined into some new musical materials, and seemed to be just a frustrating cassette repetition.

Some illogical phrases hummed in his mind. This was the hidden knowledge in the migration, and it was also transmitted with spiritual pollution. In a daze, Fanning saw a celestial body open its dead fish-like eyes and smiled strangely at himself. Several pieces of flesh and blood on the surface of the celestial body disintegrated and fell, leaving bloody liquid in the sky.

Fanning hurriedly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, it was almost dusk. Those celestial bodies disappeared again, and there were some strange plants nearby.

What about the door to go back?

Fanning's spirituality was alert from time to time, and was brought into a numb thinking dead end from time to time.

It was so beautiful, with gorgeous scenery, magical shapes, comfortable emotions, and fascinating knowledge.

...Where did the door of the church go? ? ?

Fanning realized that his state was somewhat dangerous at this time.

Key!

He tried to visualize the shape of the key of the art gallery, but his spiritual mind kept wandering. What he saw was a flower like an orange wine glass in the mountains, but in the blink of an eye, he thought it was a fractal blue starfish.

This sudden change in sobriety was like the first time Fanning noticed the signs in a clear dream and the plot experience after successfully verifying the dream - because of consciously observing the bizarre things, his mind gradually became trance again.

The outer periphery of the blue starfish was divided into large and small tentacles. It was not a starfish, but a pupa. The tentacles were fractal. Looking closely at the end, there were several thick trees with glowing mushrooms. The mushrooms were still oozing with red viscous liquid that was cut in the sky.

After a longer period of trance, Fanning's spirituality suddenly woke up again.

No, where is the door! Where is the door?